2.4

We were sitting on the Bed, well Rose was sitting on the bed. I was sitting on a rather uncomfortable chair. I was not fat but the sitting area was very small compared to my butt. The room was filled with drawings, the pictures were very similar to the white desert where I first met Rose. The room was also there in some of the pictures.

In front of us, sitting in black bean bag surrounded with chips, drinks, and lot of magazines was the 17 year old Willy. He had been staring at Rose since he let us in. I was feeling a bit weird from his looks now.

"Why are you smiling?"—me.

"Well The hottest teacher in my (scoffs) school...is right there on my bed(laughs)."—willy.

"what?"—Rose.

"Yeah You are the most wanted chick in our school...here look at this."—willy

Willy handed me a tab, and the screen was plying a video. The video was of Rose from that morning when I said her dress was too much for a teacher. The guys had apparently made a video of her when she leaned down to pick up a chalk or duster or something. The video was everywhere with the hash tag 'HotHistory'.

I knew that if she saw that video it would be the end for WILLY and the rest of the whatsapp group which was apparently named the 'young-ballers'.

'What the hell does that mean?'

"So anyway...You said that you are not William Turner and that you didn't remember anything from before the day you woke up here...is that right?"—me.

"I didn't say anything about the Remember thing."—willy.

"What did you say? Or rather what is it that you want to say?"—Rose.

William looked away and starred at the drawings on the wall. He was mute.

"Look we may know what is your problem, and if you want to find some answers come to this place. We will look for them together."—me.

I handed him a piece of paper with the warehouse address written on it.

"And whatever it is that you brats think of me ... you better consider changing it real soon or I will come for all of 'ya little pests you hear me."—Rose.

She looked at him with a scary aura that made me jump out of m skin but Willy was apparently very calm. Instead of looking in to her eyes he choose the hanging blouse and the view inside.

"Nice...(laughs)"—Willy.

"You-"—Rose.

"Rose...wait remember he does not know yet."—me.

"know what?"—Willy.

"Come to the address Kid...Don't be jumpy."—me.

We left the room and Rose almost kicked the door on her way out.